The policeman hesitated for a moment before saying with a nod, "Okay, but you have to be mentally prepared."
In the surveillance video, I saw that Dora was first dragged to the highway by a small car. Then she was thrown into the middle of the highway with her clothes torn.
I asked, "Can you zoom in on the driver's seat of this car?"
...
"Sure."
The police took action and zoomed in on the scene. I saw a familiar person.
"Kate?"
"How could it be her?"
I recalled the sounds of faint cry I heard over the call just now. Then I was hopeless.
At the same time, Dora's body was enlarged. I saw at a glance that she was holding something tightly in her hands.
It was a pen.
My eyes quivered, and tears streamed down my cheeks.
"What a silly child."
Ever since Kate appeared, the relationship between John and I had been getting worse.
He always had all kinds of excuses to go to her. When I questioned him, he would scold me for being petty and unreasonable.
A month ago, we had a big fight. I proposed a divorce, and he never came back. Even when Dora was sick and hospitalized, he never called us.
Dora was a sensible child. I secretly cried behind her back, but she noticed it.